Song Qingyan wore a plum red peach blossom dress with hollow neck and shoulders, fair skin, delicate collarbone looming under the light gauze, and several bright diamonds adorning the skirt, reflecting the dazzling light in the sun.
Murong Xue sneered silently, dressed so beautifully, she really came prepared, but unfortunately, Ouyang Shaochen didn't even look at her, her thoughts were completely in vain: "Song Qingyan, this is the Luoxue Pavilion of Zhen Guohou Mansion, isn't it Marquis of Wu'an, what are you making such a fuss about?"
Looking at Murong Xue's empty back, Song Qingyan's eyes were full of disappointment, she frowned and said, "Murong Xue, where is Prince Ouyang?"
"Your Majesty doesn't want to see you, you go!" Murong Xue didn't bother to talk to Song Qingyan, and gave the order to evict the guest without any politeness.
Song Qingyan's beautiful face paled instantly, and she glared at Murong Xue bitterly: "Did you say something to Prince Ouyang that made him not want to see me?"
"Song Qingyan, is Ouyang Shaochen someone I can control? He said he doesn't want to see you, but he doesn't want to pay attention to you, and has nothing to do with me. Don't have too much imagination..." Murong Xue snorted disdainfully, The ink silk fluttered lightly in the wind, revealing the little red marks on the neck.
Song Qingyan was instantly furious, she even seduced Prince Ouyang so close to her, and dared to say that she didn't seduce Prince Ouyang, hypocritical bitch: "Murong Xue, don't forget, you are a person who has a marriage contract, even if you commit yourself For Ouyang Shizi, he won't marry you either, so stop daydreaming..."
Murong Xueming's pretty face darkened in an instant, Song Qingyan's words were unrestrained, the more she said, the more outrageous, and the more ugly she said, she was too lazy to talk to Song Qingyan: "Song Qingyan, get out of Luoxue Pavilion immediately, you are not welcome here!"
"What if I say no?" Song Qingyan looked at Murong Xue provocatively, her eyes burning with raging anger!
"Then I have no choice but to ask you to go back!" Murong Xue paused every word, her eyes were as cold as ice.
"How dare you!" Song Qingyan glared at her viciously, her eyes boiling with anger.
"Come here, take Miss Cousin back to her room." Murong Xue gave the order unceremoniously: the tiger doesn't show its power, treat her like a sick cat, and Song Qingyan provokes her arrogantly, so she will let Song Qingyan see if she dares or not.
"Yes!" Two rough envoys came over, supported Song Qingyan from left to right, and walked back quickly.
Song Qingyan didn't touch the ground, she was angry and anxious, struggling with all her strength, and snapped angrily: "What are you doing? Let me down!"
The nuns turned a deaf ear to Song Qingyan's arm with their rough hands, and carried her forward quickly. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free, and said with gritted teeth: "You two dog slaves, how dare you commit crimes like this? I am getting impatient, let me down quickly if you are sensible, otherwise, I will let my grandmother sell you... "
"Excuse me, Cousin, the deeds of prostitution of the slaves are in the hands of the eldest lady, and the old lady has no right to sell the slaves." The rough envoy interrupted her with a blank expression, and rushed forward without stopping.
Song Qingyan choked with anger, raised her head and stared at Murong Xue, her eyes were so angry that she was about to burst into flames...
Two servant girls of the Hou's Mansion walked by, each holding a soup cup in their hands, walking gracefully towards Luoxue Pavilion.
Song Qingyan's eyes turned cold, she raised her foot and kicked the soup cup, and the soup cup flew out instantly, hitting Murong Xue hard.
Murong Xue was about to turn around when she saw the soup cup flying towards her out of the corner of her eye, a sneer flashed in her eyes, she grabbed the wooden stick next to her and lightly hit the soup cup, the soup cup flew back along the original path and hit the ground directly On Song Qingyan's shoulders, the boiling soup instantly spilled over half of her body.
"Ah!" Song Qingyan's miserable scream pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky.
Murong Xue looked intently, and saw Song Qingyan breaking free from the restraints of the nurses, wiping her neck like crazy, the hot soup on her shoulders, her eyes were red, shouting hysterically at the maids and the nurses: "It's hot! , scalded to death... go to the doctor, quickly go to the doctor..."
"Yes, yes, yes..." The maidservant and the mothers, as if waking up from a dream, promised again and again, and rushed out of the mansion in a hurry.
Song Qingyan glared at Murongxue fiercely, gnashing her teeth with hatred: "Murongxue, you're hurting me again!"
"It's your own vicious mind that wanted to scald me with hot soup, but you were self-defeating and scalded yourself. No wonder I... If you want to put the crime on me, it doesn't matter. I will scald you again and prove the crime... "Murong Xue said coldly, walked leisurely in front of the little maid, took the cup of hot soup in her hand, and turned to look at Song Qingyan.
Looking at her cold gaze, Song Qingyan's eyelids twitched violently. She had seen Murong Xue's cruelty before, and she had no doubts at all. Hot poured on her!
"Murongxue, you're cruel!" Song Qingyan threw down these words bitterly, glared at Murongxue viciously, held the hand of the servant girl unwillingly, and hurriedly walked towards her room:
The soup is very hot, so it must be cleaned up as soon as possible to minimize the damage to her skin!
She will keep in mind Murong Xue's harm to her, and when the time is right, she will repay it twice, so that Murong Xue can't live or die!
Song Qingyan walked to the end of Qingshi Road, turned a corner, and disappeared!
Murong Xue looked away, and inadvertently saw the purse on her waist, the golden brocade surface was wet by the hot soup!
Surprised, she quickly took off her purse, took out a silk handkerchief, and quickly wiped off the soup stains on it. She had been very careful just now, but unexpectedly, hot soup was still spilled on her body. Put it on the purse, did not hurt the skin...
The pouch was given to her by Murong Ye. After she came back from Yushan, she has been busy and forgot to return it to him. I wonder if the amulet in the pouch got wet
The amulet left by his mother is very precious, so nothing should happen to him...
Murong Xue quickly opened the purse, and took out the tissue paper inside. The tissue paper was clean, refreshing, and not stained with water. But, aren't amulets drawn on ordinary paper? How does this look like parchment
Murong Xue was puzzled and opened the neatly folded amulet, and saw that it was a piece of yellowed parchment with black traditional characters written on it, black horizontal lines, vertical lines, and curved lines criss-crossed on it. Very familiar, seems to have seen it somewhere...
Murong Xue frowned, trying to recall, a flash of light suddenly flashed in her mind: The half of the picture she snatched from Qin Yuyan was very similar to this half, so could there be any connection between these two pictures...
Murong Xue's eyes froze, she clenched the parchment tightly in her hand, and quickly ran towards Luoxue Pavilion...